Sick of this paper, sick of school, sick of doing shit that feels like it enjoys the torture it brings. I’m done trying to make others happy and I’m done feeling like no matter what I do I’m going to fuck up anyways.
Ever see something that brings a smile to your face because of the memory it brings back, then instantly something aches inside you because thats all it is, a memory and not something that is ever going to happen again.
I wish I could take the pain my friends are feeling and take it on myself just so I wouldn’t have to watch them suffer.
If the head controlled the heart my life would be simple. Unfortunately my heart...
To love is nothing, To be loved is something, but… To love and be loved...